Mrs. McFarland

The fat old assistant principal is still frozen. Your fellow students have gotten even more bold and have started ripping away her clothing and writing vulgarities on her pale exposed flesh with permanent marker. Her left hand is clutching at her gargantuan left tit. Her right thumb is in her ass. She's only been frozen like this for a few minutes, but it must feel like you've left her like this for nearly a decade!

You shoo away the students who are posing and decorating the frozen woman.

"Hey Mrs. McFarland! Sorry to abandon you like that! Do you want to be able to move on your own again?" You ask.

She doesn't answer, since you haven't let her move her mouth again.

"Oh! Right! " you say, then put her back in charge of her face and throat, leaving her limbs stuck in their current positions.

"You stop this right now, young man!" She demands.

"Why?" You ask.

"Because it's wicked!" She points out.

"I got this power from the devil," you explain. "I think wicked is the point!"

"I knew it!" She exclaimed triumphantly. "I knew you were using the power of Satan! I call upon The Name of Jesus to smite thee and cast thee out!"

Nothing happens. You flex your power and a Jewish hippie in a robe hops by on a pogo stick.

"Hey man, what's up?" he says to you.

"I'm just screwing around with my vice principal," you say, gesturing to McFarland.

"Cool. Cool," he says, nodding at the frozen woman whose eyes have gone huge. "She's kinda ugly though, isn’t she?"

"Yeah, that's fair," you concede. "But I could fix that! Make her young and hot with a pornstar body, you know."

"Yeah, cool! Water into wine, as it were!" He says. "No reason not to if you have the power!"

"I like the way you think! " you tell him and turn to Mrs. McFarland with a predatory grin. She looks back in horror, finally aware of just how helpless she is as you transform her into a 21-year-old redhead with 2000 cc silicone implants wearing a lime green halter top, a black vinyl mini skirt and matching high heeled boots.

"You do good work!" The hippie says.

"Thanks!" You say.

"Are those two yours as well?" He says, indicating Brianne and Sheena, who are still stroking each other while watching Officer Amy work through her queue.

"Just theit tits, outfits and attitudes, " you admit humbly. "They were already pretty hot before."

"You, uh, think either of them might be into Jewish guys? " he asked.

"Oh, I'm positive they both are," you say, making it so and encouraging your new friend to go for it.

Then you turn back to the smoking hot redhead you turned your vice principal into, her limbs still frozen, her mouth open dumbly, her expression a mess of confusion, fear, anger and disillusionment.

"So, Mrs. McFarland," you say. "Whatever shall I do with you?"